Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 289 A Spring Breeze Blows and All Flowers Wither
The wooden houses in the plantation were deserted, with some doors and windows still open.

It's clear that the homeowners left in a hurry not long ago.

After Chu Tianshu and his group brought back the desert control workers, they showed their credentials.

They instructed everyone at the plantation to leave with the desertification control workers and take a detour to the hospital.

This is the meeting place that Chu Tianshu chose.

The sea of ​​flowers remains fragrant, and the saplings are almost evenly spaced, taking root in the moist soil in an orderly fashion.

The sun made the fragrance of the entire flower field even stronger.

But the wind from the distant mountains kept blowing, making the flower branches sway and the saplings rustle.

Therefore, although the fragrance of the flower is strong, it is always lively and vibrant.

Only the narrow paths, supported by wooden stakes and planks, stretch out from the dozen or so wooden houses like a large, long python that is temporarily dozing, lying quietly in the flower field.

Chu Tianshu sat cross-legged on the wooden path, gazing into the distance, with several boxes of sweet fermented rice balls beside him.

Each box was heated by his internal energy the moment he picked it up, steaming hot.

Once the plastic film is removed, the sweet aroma of the liquor mingles with the rising heat and wafts out.

He wasn't afraid of getting burned. He held the sweet soup with a slight wine flavor in one hand, taking big gulps every now and then, while twirling the ends of his hair with the other.

A single twist and a strand of hair breaks.

He twisted off hundreds of hairs several times in a row.

They are all cut off at the end of the hair, with the cut point about six or seven centimeters long from the tip.

"Gao Gong Temple, with pavilions at both ends, and Little Yama sitting in the middle, just waiting for a blind man to come and find his way in..."

Chu Tianshu gulped down the sweet wine, muttering incantations and chanting spells adapted by the Nian Army sorcerers from old military songs. The rhythm was unique, and the sentences ended with a long, drawn-out melody.

"Little Yama, skilled as ever, riding a fine horse and carrying a silver spear, he slaughtered the demon soldiers until they cried for their mothers..."

On that day, Chu Tianshu had just entered Luoyang City during the Republic of China era, and he was already able to use a severed hair as a needle to puncture acupoints on many patients.

However, at that time, his ability to turn hair into needles mainly relied on the infusion of internal energy, and the distance he could shoot and the number of needles he could shoot each time were very limited.

Now, however, he is using the techniques of the Nian Army sorcerers to refine these needles.

The quality of his hair was no less than that of the hair that the Nian Army sorcerers had been reciting, only differing in the degree of their influence.

But with the True Understanding of Nan Hua present, the yellowish-brown and blue light spots that occasionally floated up around also drifted into the hair strands, adjusting their characteristics.

With the addition of a mental incantation, each broken hair began to harden.

The sunlight shone on these broken hairs, as if it were shining on some kind of dark, non-reflective metal.

At first glance, it looked like a tiny crack in the air, black, thin, and long, held in Chu Tianshu's hand.

As soon as he let go, his hair fell onto the wooden board and disappeared as if it had vanished.

It's very difficult to tell where the wood grain is and where the hairline is.

"Gao Gong Temple, with pavilions at both ends, and Little Yama sitting in the middle..."

Chu Tianshu's voice became very low, and he opened his left palm, pressing it gently and slowly onto the wooden board.

Both the sound and the movements of the hands showed extreme caution.

It was as if the tiny, barely visible things under his palm would be startled away with the slightest bit of force.

But his right hand movements remained rough.

While waiting, he drank all the boxes of piping hot sweet wine, seemingly still not satisfied.

As he pushed forward with his right hand, a large area of ​​flowers within a 30-meter radius in front of him seemed to be blown outwards by a strong wind.

With a twitch of the hand, the flower bends inward again.

The abundant moisture in the petals evaporated, gathering in Chu Tianshu's palm like ribbons of mist.

Finally, it formed a pale red vortex the size of a rice bowl, bright and clear, carrying the fragrance of flowers.

Chu Tianshu raised his hand, tilted his head back, and let the vortex of water pour into his mouth.

"At a time like this, Mr. Chu is still enjoying the extraction of flower nectar. He has quite the refined taste."

A voice came from the entrance of the plantation.

Xu Ziqian, holding a harmonica, walked into the flower field.

Joe arrived a few seconds later than him, walking in with a steady gait, carrying a suitcase.

Belial sat on a blanket that floated more than two meters in the air, his upper body completely exposed to the sunlight, his brown skin and tattooed patterns seemingly enjoying the sunshine.

Behind them were several other people, none of whom looked like people who lived on the edge of a knife; some were alluring and charming, while others were robust and cheerful.

But these were the very people who secretly infiltrated the country and brazenly stormed the base.

Meanwhile, on the road outside the plantation, trucks, vans, and cars sped by, with large numbers of people pouring out of them.

So many footsteps tread into the flower field, trampling down rows of flowers, crushing petals mixed with wet muddy footprints.

"I didn't even have a chance to ask Mr. Chu's name during the call, which was really impolite."

Xu Ziqian laughed and said, "Fortunately, it's not difficult to get the prisoners' names."

"Chu Tianshu, a name I'd never heard of before, yet he captured Jia Fang and used the elixir of immortality as leverage to negotiate with us. He's truly a young hero..."

After finishing his water, Chu Tianshu interrupted the other person.

"Stop putting on airs!" he said coldly. "Have your men stop and let our men come forward."

"Once I see clearly, there will be no problem. Lin Chucheng will naturally show himself."

Xu Ziqian indeed stopped talking, not only did he stop moving forward, but he also took a small step back.

This person arrived too quickly before, and now that he has taken a small step back, he is standing shoulder to shoulder with Joe.

Their men parted slightly to make way for the hostages.

Nearly two hundred people began to move forward, but many of them seemed to have lost their ability to move and needed to be supported, carried, or even lifted by those around them.

The branch office in the city only had a few dozen members in the regular operations team; the rest were medical, equipment, archives, and cooking teams.

At a glance, Chu Tianshu could tell that not all of the people who had lost their ability to move were members of the action team.

There are quite a few more. Judging from the labels on their clothing, they should be from the equipment team, responsible for adjusting various equipment, preparing talisman water, and other related matters.

"Don't worry, most of them just have broken bones. They still have some fighting ability, so we have to prevent them from causing trouble."

Xu Ziqian raised his voice, "But no limbs were severed, so it doesn't even qualify as a disability. He just needs to recover properly afterward..."

Of course, this is all predicated on the fact that you survive today.

Xu Ziqian's smile had a hint of amusement.

These hostages included not only those who remained at the base at the time, but also some members of the action team who were ambushed and surrounded after being lured out, and even some members of the Public Security Bureau.

With so many hostages, most of whom were wounded, how could the enemy possibly protect them on the battlefield?

Bringing these people along won't be an asset to the other side; it will only be a psychological burden. Being cowardly before the battle even begins shows a lack of maturity.

Most of Belial's men were still holding weapons, staring at the backs of the hostages.

The scene itself is a powerful form of oppression.

The hostages have reached the middle of the flower field.

"Stop!"

Qiao shouted, "Your men are almost upon you, Lin Chucheng, why aren't you showing yourself..."

Chu Tianshu suddenly swung his left hand.

None of Qiao's group saw what Chu Tianshu actually swung.

However, the expressions of more than half of the leaders suddenly changed.

Xu Ziqian felt it most clearly. He realized that the spells he had cast on some of the hostages were suddenly stuck and had lost the possibility of being activated smoothly.

Casting a curse is a burdensome thing, and Xu Ziqian did not show off too much.

The curses on the other hostages were inflicted by other leaders.

But Xu Ziqian could tell from the corner of his eye that those people's curses had also gone wrong.

Just as their expressions changed slightly.

Chu Tianshu's palm moved with incredible speed and without making a sound, pressing back onto the wooden board before swinging out again.

Aside from the leaders, everyone in the front row pointing weapons at the hostages felt a chill run down their spines.

The two waves were spaced very close together, even exceeding the limits of normal human reaction speed.

But the effects of these two waves were completely opposite.

The first needles were inserted between the eyebrows of all the hostages.

Regardless of the type of incantation, as long as it is a spell, it uses mental power to exert its effect on the spiritual level and interfere with reality.

This needle is enough to stop any spell and delay its activation.

The second time, because the needles are further apart, accuracy is less important; it's enough to just hit the person.

The magic needles crafted by the Nian Rebellion were silent and insidious, obscuring spiritual perception.

Even Chu Tianshu himself only realized something was wrong when he was shot at close range.

These needles do not strike any leaders, nor do they detect them.

But the henchmen in the front row who were carrying weapons had all been hit by needles, and bluish-black veins were visibly crawling out on their necks.

The poison needle is extremely toxic; it will cause immediate death upon entry into the body.

The people in the front row still had expressions on their faces as if they were about to pull the trigger at any moment. They were still standing, but their lives were already over!

"Lin Chucheng!!"

Chu Tianshu rose up and burst into the air, almost instantly passing over the heads of all the hostages.

However, Joe, Xu Ziqian, and Belie reacted just as quickly as he did and had already set off. He could only stop one of them at most.

Just as the three rushed toward the hostage, intending to use the hostage's location as a battlefield to disrupt the enemy's mind as much as possible.

A child suddenly jumped out from under the flower field.

There was a hole in the ground there. When the child jumped out, there seemed to be two other figures inside the hole.

But no one had time to pay any more attention.

Because at that moment, an invisible force suddenly manifested, tearing apart and sending all the remaining petals in the flower field flying.

(End of this chapter)